I blinked around the classroom, and saw
exactly where all those cruel eyes landed. I was used to this. Every school,
they would stare, and then you would be sickly sweet. They never really wanted
to be friends with me. They just felt guilty that I had to look so ugly while
they could be their pretty little selves. I only had one true friend, and he
had to stay hidden.
Then they would start talking. It would be the guilty looks I got when I
was close enough to hear. The voices that grew to whispers as I passed. The
laughter hidden behind hands. Then they would come into the open. Teasing,
poking fun, tripping me. They would be relentless, and then it would be time to
leave again.
There was never anything I could do. I had no one to scold them. The
only one to tell me that things would get better knew it wasn’t true. I was
glad this new family had that big empty shed. It was a place that could be dark
so he could come out at any time. Then I would find some comfort in someone who
knew me better than myself.
Someone
other people couldn’t ridicule. Someone other people hadn’t ever seen.
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